I was just past two, and apparently I had not yet learned to look at the camera — either that, or this was a random candid shot, although I doubt that. Photos back then were taken far more rarely than they are these days. It was the height of the hippie era — free love, bell-bottoms, flower power — although in small-town Indiana, that pretty much missed us. Or if it didn’t, I was blissfully unaware. My only concession to the decade appears to be my corduroy pants with flowers.
It looks like I got my beloved doll Buttercup for Christmas. Buttercup is still around, although she looks a bit different these days. It looks like I’m also holding something red — not sure what that is.
I wish I could share more memories about this photo, or even about 1966, but I was two! I don’t remember! I don’t even know, actually, whether this photo is taken at our house, or maybe my grandparents’. I’m sure some of my relative commenters can chime in with that information. One of my Facebook friends talked about taking her kids on a drive to look at the Christmas lights. I remember doing that, and enjoying it. One year, we had opened our stockings just prior to such a drive. I got a cup in my stocking with a penguin on it, and I remember taking the cup along on the drive.
What do you remember about childhood Christmases past?